The dust settling
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Evelyn leaned back in her chair, exhausted but smiling. Paul brushed a hand across her cheek, wiping away lingering tears. Carter shifted closer, sensing the moment winding down but not wanting to break it.
“We’ll honor your gift,” Paul promised softly. Evelyn closed her eyes in peaceful agreement, her frail chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths.
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